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“Well, kid,” Shoupe‘s eyes are blue, though they don’t hold the rage of Luke Maybank, the desperation of Ward Cameron, the manipulation of Chandler Groff, or the distrust of JJ himself. They’re more open than JJ expects, gazing at him in a way that makes him nervous simply because it’s unfamiliar. “You’ve had a busy month, huh?”
“Not really.”
JJ’s lips quirk up before he can help himself. He tilts his head and raises a brow, “I think you might be forgetting an important detail there, Sheriff.”
Shoupe raises his brow and lifts his notebook, “According to your good friend Cleo, Chandler Groff ‘knifed him real good.’ That about cover it?”
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With the crew back in Kildare, JJ has some run-ins with the different fathers who have shaped his life.
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- Part 6 of Us Against the Universe, More Like
Bookmarked by ijustdonthinkheddothat (allwithyou)
25 May 2025
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“Kiara was right about the rocking chair; it does look amazing on the porch. And most mornings, now, if JJ doesn’t wake up in a tangle of his girlfriend’s limbs or hair, he finds himself rocking to the sound of the late morning cicadas. Sometimes, when he’s feeling restless, he draws. Sometimes, he drags Kie into his lap and kisses her until one of their friends comes by to complain. And sometimes, he does nothing at all, just closes his eyes and breathes.
Because he’s alive. And he’s happy.
Really, really fucking happy.
“Scooch over,” Kiara mumbles sleepily. She’s got their blanket wrapped all around her, the end of it dragging behind her as she rubs sleep out of her eyes. JJ unravels her from the blanket first and then tugs her in. She protests until he gets them both snuggled back up.
He rocks them slowly, just the slightest press of his foot on the porch. Kiara breathes into his neck and then moves her head down so her ear is pressed to his chest. Her eyes fall shut at the sound of his heart as she whispers, “Thank God.”
“Bad dream?”
He sinks his hand into her hair, his long fingers massaging her scalp. Her lips press together like she’s trying not to cry. Then she nods, her voice muffled in his shirt, “We were back on the Coastal Venture. We were sinking, and you stopped breathing and… I hate that one,” she whispers.
“Hey,” Kie shakes her head, but JJ grips her chin between his fingers and lifts gently. Her jaw trembles as he bows his head to kiss her, “Kiara, look at me.”
He sweeps his thumb gently over her jaw until she does, “I’m right here.”
She looks at him then, really, really looks. Something passes over her face, something soft and tender, “JJ…
He smiles, head of messy hair tilting to the side as he meets her eye, “Yeah?”
Kiara opens her mouth, then lets out this soft breath instead of words. She slides her small hands over his cheeks, one sinking carefully into his hair, and then she guides his mouth to hers.
It’s an I love you. It’s an I’m so happy you’re here with me. It’s a thank God you’re safe. It could even be a marry me, you idiot if JJ just listens hard enough.
Smile widening against Kiara’s lips, JJ tugs the blanket up over their heads and murmurs, “God, I love you,” before he kisses her all over again."jj & kie deserve it all. everything they want 🥹😭🥰
spring into summer by lizzy mcalpine
flight of the stars & natural by zayn
biggest part of me by ambrosia
father of mine by everclear
i got you by nikki flores
each other by katherine mcphee
nothing feels like you by little mix
beg by leon thomas
south by galimatias
juno by sabrina carpenter -
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JJ Maybank dies in Morocco but he comes back in Kildare. After the crown brings JJ back to life the Pogues are struggling with healing more than just the physical scars. The trauma isn't over, and this time there's more than just murderous fathers, police charges, and family line curses to deal with, this time there's full on magic to contend with.
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- Part 2 of The Lazarus Effect
Bookmarked by ijustdonthinkheddothat (allwithyou)
22 May 2025
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“I don’t know’, Kie says seriously, ‘but we’ve got to work all this out Jayj, we just got you back, but this thing is still tied to you, maybe even the crown AND the cross now, it’s scaring me.’
JJ pushes himself up, leans his back against the tub, John B and Kie wedged in at either side. ‘I’m sorry i’m scaring you Kie.’ When she turns to look at him he sighs deeply, ‘seems to be all i’m doing lately.’
‘Hey!’ Kie says, and John B’s hand comes to rest on his thigh. ‘No. This isn’t your fault. If anything it’s ours, we were the ones who got a magic crown involved.’
JJ’s heart aches a little at that. He feels sick and sweaty and off kilter, and he wishes more than anything for things to go back to normal. He doesn’t really want to do this now but in this bathroom with his two closest people beside him he’s suddenly unable to stop himself.
‘What if bringing me back did more harm than good?’
And that’s it. That's his biggest fear right here, right now.
‘What if it did something really wrong, and now the universe is paying us back or some shit.’
‘JJ!’ John B meets his gaze, all floppy hair and earnest, hand steady, firm on his calf, ‘Bringing you back was not a mistake.’
See JJ understands that, he really does, on one level at least. He gets that they love him and he wants to be alive and all, but ever since he came back it’s felt off. And he is starting to wonder if it will ever be ok again.
‘You’re not supposed to bring people back from the dead John B.’ He manages.
Kie freezes next to him and he automatically reaches for her hand, tries to get her to understand.
‘Maybe it was my time, maybe that was supposed to be it for me.’
Kie looks at him now and a tear makes its way down her cheek.
‘Kie.’
‘That wasn’t supposed to be your time Jayj,’ she says quietly, ‘that wasn’t your time at 19, bleeding out in some desert, stabbed by your own father.
‘Kie -’ John B attempts.
‘No John B.’ She hisses. She’s looking at JJ now, so close he can feel her breath on his face. She’s still holding his hand but she has a fire in her eyes, the Carerra fire he’s seen since he was ten years old. ‘I need you to listen good Jayj. We never got to go on our surf trip, we never got to get our dream. I listened to you, I listened to you tell me while you were fricking dying that you got your wish, that you got every last one of them, but I didn’t get mine ok?’
He tracks a tear down her cheek. She’s so fucking beautiful. He loves her so much.
‘You were mine ok?’ She tells him. ‘You were my wish. Getting you back, that crown that was mine.’
He’s still holding her hand. He’d do anything in the world for this girl. Anything.
‘Don’t take my wish away from me.’ She says. ‘Don’t try and take that back because I need it JJ. I need you.’
He lifts her hand then, still clasped in his own, kisses her knuckles. ‘Ok then.’ He tells her, ‘Ok.’
A loud noise next to him reminds him that John B’s even in the room, the big softie is blowing his nose into a tissue, tears streaming. ‘Guys…stop.’
‘Oh for god’s sake JB. You’ve added ‘emotional wreck’ to your resume since you became a teenage father I swear.’
‘Stop doing things to make me cry then!’ He fires back. But JJ claps him on the back all the same.
‘Lets go figure this out then. Kiara lead your zombie man to the lounge, and lets fix this shit.’ He leans toward her for a kiss but she swerves him.
‘Dude not until you scrub that vomit mouth.’
‘Ah there she is, there’s that beautiful turn of phrase I fell in love with.’
‘Go fuck yourself’. She snipes back but she hands him a toothbrush.”wonderful twist on the blue crown bringing jj back. mystery, P4L, and heart! 🤸♀️
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You’re A Part Time Lover (And A Full Time Friend) by PAKfiction
Fandoms: Outer Banks (TV)
01 Jan 2022
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JJ Maybank wasn’t her boyfriend.
But he wasn’t exactly just her friend either. Not anymore, at least.
They were something, he was something to her. Kiara just had to figure out what it was.
Or, Kie and JJ’s relationship over three years of Christmas.
A Christmas fic for Liv @OliviaRedfield
Bookmarked by ijustdonthinkheddothat (allwithyou)
30 Dec 2025
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"A hand clapped him on the shoulder and he turned to find an elderly couple appraising him with soft eyes and gentle smiles. It didn’t stop his heart racing or his mouth growing dry, and before he could turn to look for Sarah and John B’s support, he saw the pair pass in front of him - hand in hand and heading for the table filled with champagne flutes. He swore under his breath and smiled at Kie’s grandparents in what he hoped was a polite and completely not nervous move.
“Hey, Mr and Mrs Brewer, it’s good to see you guys,” JJ greeted, his voice a little tight and god, what is it warm in that room? Was it the fire, was it him?
“You’re the Maybank kid, aren’t you?” Kiara’s grandfather asked him, eyeing him questioningly.
JJ swallowed and nodded, his chest tightening at the familiar question, one that was followed with haughty scoffs, upturned noses and tuts. His last name made father’s hide their daughters, made middle aged women clutch their handbags a little tighter and shit, JJ hated it, he hated it so much.
“Uh, yessir, that’s me,” the boy answered politely and he tried to remember if he’d cleaned his shoes properly, wondering if his hair was still tame after Sarah had dragged a brush through it before Mr Carrera had answered the door to them.
Just as he was about to shove his hands in his pants pockets, a nervous habit Cleo had told him got to do, a small hand intertwined its fingers with his own. His heart settled, his chest loosened and suddenly, the air felt less heavy. The world spun again, the music sounded clear and nothing bad happened.
Kie stood beside him, pretty and glowing in a deep, green dress. Her curls tickled his jaw as she leant into his side, warm and comforting, and her hand gripped his reassuringly.
“Papa, Nana, this is JJ, my boyfriend,” she told her grandparents warmly and JJ’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the pride in her voice as she introduced him.
Mrs Brewer clapped her hands together happily, a noise of excitement leaving her lips as she clutched JJ’s cheeks and pulled him down to hug him. His eyes widened in surprise and he heard Kie stifle a laugh from his side. The elderly woman patted his face once she’d allowed him to move away, grinning at him and her granddaughter.
Her husband beamed too, shaking JJ’s hand with vigour as he told him, “I was sure it was you that had caught our Kiara’s eye - didn’t I say it was him, Martha?” He turned to his wife who nodded, “Kiara’s told us so much about you son.”
“All good things, I hope,” JJ chuckled nervously, building up the courage to wind his arm around his girlfriend's waist. She melted into his side, smoothed a hand over his hair and winked at him.
“Of course, all the best things,” she told him.
Dinner went surprisingly smooth, a grand affair that had too many courses and far too many types of forks for JJ’s liking but he ate each plate with delighted moans, clinking glasses with John B and Pope, laughing with Kie’s cousins and subtly avoiding eye contact with Anna Carerra.
Another tree stood tall in the corner of the dining room, the scent of pine and firewood in the air and JJ revelled in the way his heart still stuttered when Kiara placed her hand on his thigh, when she leant into him and pressed her nose to his jaw when she laughed at something he said.
Across the table, one of Kiara’s aunts asked them how long they’d been together and after a shared look and some stuttering, JJ answered with more confidence than he expected.
“Three years ma’am,” he told the woman with a smile, “our first date was the cinema, a Christmas film I can never remember the name of.”
(“It was Love Actually, Jesus Christ,” Sarah would mumble from his side.)
“Three years, huh?” Kie teased later, her arms around his neck and her chin on his chest. She was looking up at him with playful eyes, long lashes fluttering and making him trip over his thoughts. Fuck, she was pretty.
The house was emptying, only close family left in the living room, the fire still burning and the wine bottles empty on the coffee table. Piano music was changed to Bob Marley and their friends had left them in the kitchen, standing underneath garlands tangled with fairy lights and berries.
JJ leant against the marble countertop, his arms wrapped around the girl's waist and he smoothed his thumbs over the green silk of her dress, looking down at her in a way that would make John B call out ‘ simp ’, if he saw.
“Yeah, sure,” he shrugged, a smile playing on his lips, he pressed them to the girls, slow and chaste and he could taste champagne and chocolate truffles on them. “You wanna get technical about it and explain to your aunt that I never asked you out we just landed on the pullout one day and started going at it like ra-”
He was cut off when Kie nudged his ribs at the same time her father walked in and cleared his throat."🥹🥲🥰
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A sigh dies in her throat and she says carefully, “Sarah, we’ve gone over this—”
“I know and it’s fucked up!” Sarah interrupts without delay. The ponytail she had effortlessly coiffed earlier in the day, that’s now slipped out of shape, swings fiercely behind her as she declares, “You can’t just not celebrate Christmas because it’s too much work, that’s not a reason. What happened to cheer and holiday spirit?”
“It’s probably at the bottom of the ocean, right beside the gold we lost,” Pope mutters from the farside of the room, his head lolling over the side of the armchair.
Or; Sarah Cameron is obsessed with celebrating Christmas the "right" way. Which is a fact that, had Kiara known earlier, would have probably deterred her from becoming friends with her in the first place.
Bookmarked by ijustdonthinkheddothat (allwithyou)
30 Dec 2025
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these two in limbo can be just as good as established *chef's kiss*
"It’s harder to keep still then she would’ve expected, hard to not twitch and fidget when the rough pads of his fingertips are holding her wrist so gently, a hand gripping her hip to roll them over, a pose so utterly non-platonic that it’s much too easy to forget where she is. And with who.
Even once they settle, both their bodies curled inwards so neither falls off the side, Kiara doesn’t feel at ease. They’re close, too close, and it takes more effort than she’d like to admit to focus on the words falling from JJ’s lips rather than the shape of his mouth and the way it’s leaving soft puffs of air against her shoulder with every breath. Eventually she makes out, “Finally realize why I called dibs on the farthest room from JB?”
Kiara rolls her eyes. “I can’t believe you just let me sacrifice my sleep like that. Your conscience must hate you.”
She’s never been much of a cuddler, always the first to pull away from a pogue pile, always too antsy in her own skin to withstand the claustrophobic hold of someone else’s, but she thinks she might get it now, thinks she could learn to like this. It’s warm, familiar, and easy, and makes everything feel a little better, like the hazy kind of burn that rushes down your chest after a shot of tequila.
JJ’s eyes are fluttering shut, a reminder of the late hour that has her almost feeling embarrassed for coming here and interrupting his sleep instead of just coping with the lack of hers but then he quips, mirthful, “My conscience is quite happy to not be the sole victim of Sarah’s vocal chords actually.”
“Hey!” She kicks his leg, the plush of her pyjama shorts hiking up no doubt, “leave her vocal chords alone.”
Kiara’s breath hitches as he tugs on her calf while laughing, pulling it, and by extension her, until she’s hooked her limb over his.
“You’re the one who brought it up,” he argues. And he might say something else too but it’s too hard for Kiara to hear anything over her own heartbeat, her ears popping at his motion of casual intimacy the same way it did on the airplane over here.
She thinks it’s moments like these that she hates being a pogue the most. The frustrating, undefined physical grazes. The lingering shivers his touches, always his, no one else's, would elicit. How they were always done with just enough conviction for her to feel it, all the way to her toes, but never to fully satisfy her. And the way she was almost certain she would never actually figure out if they were done with purposeful motivation, with romantic intent.
There’s a lot you can brush off as platonic when physical touch is embedded in your friendship. Too much, a borderline smudged to hell and back.
She’s known she’s liked JJ for a while now, maybe since she thought he was drowning, definitely since they were stuck on an isolated island together.
She’d actually liked him for even longer, probably.
And still, nothing would come out of it. She’d accepted it, had looked back on her streak of past relationships, had looked back on her streak of past pogues , and even if most of them weren’t even long enough to be considered a real trial, it was not exactly an encouraging trend.
If it were anyone else she might give it a shot anyway. Vocalize her crush, go on a date or two, makeout and fuck and get whatever this relentless, hungry ache is out of her system until she waits a little too long and gets a little too bored and either she gets disinterested or he gets tired of her defective nature and they break apart. She’d deal with the cataclysmic outcome of the fallout later, leaving it as a problem for future Kiara to figure out. But it wasn’t anyone else, it was JJ, and whatever possible cataclysmic outcome, it wasn’t worth considering with him. Wasn’t even an option really.
She tightens her hold where she’s half straddling him horizontally, forcing herself not to back down even as all she wants to do is freeze completely and squeeze her eyes shut so he never finds out the way he’s affecting her.
“Hey if you two are also gonna start having loud sex, give me a heads up now so I can make it to Cleo’s room before being traumatized,” Pope’s voice calls out from his bed, shocking Kie so bad she jolts closer to JJ, her head falling squarely against his chest.
“Fuck, I forgot he was here,” she mumbles into JJ’s shirt, quiet like it’s just for the two of them to share, startling a snicker out of him.
JJ’s voice projects, bouncing off the unadorned walls when he teases Pope, “You’d like that wouldn’t you? An excuse to join Cleo in her bed?”
Pope whisper-shouts back, “No one even mentioned her bed JJ and I swear to god if she hears you incriminating me I’ll kill you."
She falls asleep like that, with Pope’s yammering lulling her unconscious and the sloshing of JJ’s heartbeat against her ear."this lovely story being left a wip 😩
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You Were My Best Nights (& Worst Fight) by kcarreras for RoseofWinterfell
Fandoms: Outer Banks (TV)
01 Jan 2022
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Wishing you the merriest of Christmases and happiest of new years, Lara!
I'm so sorry I'm like a week late, I have no excuse other than my shitty time mangement skills and chronic writers block.. I hope you enjoy it <3JJ and Kie break up two weeks before the Pogue's Christmas Eve Dinner, so whats the worst that could happen when Sarah decide's to seat them next to each other? (P.S. be warned this is probably the least Christmassy Christmas fic you'll read, brief mentions at the start and then again at the end...)
Bookmarked by ijustdonthinkheddothat (allwithyou)
29 Dec 2025
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"Her eyes were still looking down, focusing on the can that was particularly slippery with condensation as she tugged at the pull tab, when she collided with someone out on the porch.
“Shit!” Kie exclaimed, the can slipping from her hand just as JJ reached to catch it.
They were standing inches apart, eyes fixed on each other and both breathing slightly heavier than usual from being startled.
“Hi,” Kie breathed out, after what felt like an entirely too long silence.
“Hey,” JJ replied, clearing his throat.
They stood for a second or two in an awkward sort of limbo, neither of them making a move closer to the other, but also not backing away.
JJ seemed to suddenly notice the can in his hand, and he dragged his eyes from Kie’s briefly to pull back the tab until it cracked and hissed before handing it to her.
“Thanks,” she said, dropping her eyes to focus on the can again as she took it from him, her brain not quite able to form full sentences yet."“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, blue eyes staring down at her and it took Kie all of her willpower to stop an entirely different wave of feeling from washing over her at the sight.
“It doesn’t matter. Forget about it.” She huffed, not trusting herself to be this close to him for much longer. She stepped to the side again, and again he blocked her. Only this time, he didn’t move, just reached out with one arm and snaked it around her waist until she was pressing into his side.
“JJ-” Kie breathed out in a feeble and unconvincing protest, turning her face from him as her eyes fluttered closed for a second at the pressure of his hand against her waist.
“It matters to me.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he persisted, his lips ghosting against her temple as his head dipped forward instinctively.
Ignoring the scattering of goosebumps that tingled across her skin and the thrill that ran up and down her spine at the feeling of his breath against her, she strengthened her resolve and took hold of his wrist, pushing gently but firmly until he dropped his hold against her waist.
She finally stepped around him, putting a few feet of space between them so she could think more clearly without his touch and his warmth and his smell clouding her head.
JJ turned so his gaze could follow her, but she kept her back to him.
Once she was sure her voice wouldn’t crack and the words wouldn’t get stuck in her throat, she spoke.
“How can you stand there and tell me that what I want matters? That any of this matters to you when you’re the one who said you didn’t want to be with me anymore?”
“I never said that, Kie.” JJ argued with a groan, dragging his hands down his face.
“Oh, so I just imagined the whole conversation that night in the Twinkie when you broke up with me?”
“I-,” JJ began, but he cut himself off and ran a hand through his hair. “Can we not do this right now? Please?”
“So when would you like to do it, JJ? Because you haven’t spoken to me at all for two weeks, and the first time we see each other, you want my permission to run away.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Not fair?” Kie laughed, her eyes glassy and searing as she looked at him.
“Tell me, JJ, what was fair about breaking up with me without so much as an explanation? What was fair about disappearing for days at a time to help your cousin run drugs along the coast without even calling to let us know you were okay? What was fair about telling me I was the most important person in your life and then cutting me out of it? What is fair about showing up to fucking Christmas Eve dinner and telling me that you’ll leave ‘if I want’ when all I want is to be with yo-”
All of the fight leaves her body the second his mouth meets her. His hands are on her face, thumbs skimming her jaw, palms pressed to her neck holding her in place as his fingers push into her hair. Her hands grab at his wrists, thumbs grazing his knuckles before sliding down his forearms as she melts against him.
She’s dizzy by the time he pulls back, forehead resting against hers and his breath quick against her mouth.
“You can’t do that anymore, Jay. We’re not together. It’s too confusing…”
“I know. And I’m sorry. About everything.”
“I just,” Kie sighs, and for the first time her voice shakes. “I just need to know why.”this eats SO HARD. the show could n e v e r. well they could have but we know how that turned out
He's magic and myth
As strong as what I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
And do I try to change him
So hard not to blame him
Hold on tight, hold on tightOh, 'cause I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster?